That is until someone threw her in a box for god knows how long. I was lucky enough to find her in said box while on a recent trip to the rose bowl swap meet. I picked her up, dusted her off and paid for her. Now I've given her a chance to express her feelings, most of which i'm sure have been repressed for as long as she can remember. I don't repress my feelings. Never have, but still I can relate. Can you? See more here or here.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Monday, June 23, 2008

New friends are fantastic, but there is something about old friends that is very special. I dug this out of the old box of fun. Bridget and Cindy. Two old friends. I wonder where they are now? I also wonder where those awesome pom poms are. I would love to pimp my tap shoes with a pair. I'm still in Florida enjoying the sunshine and the rain, and the big screen tv, and the air conditioning, the free meals . . . the list goes on. I spent the weekend in St. Petersburg, Florida with some other old friends (they aren't actually old, but our friendship is) as we celebrated our friend JC's (and her new husband, Greg) wedding. I wish we had more time together, because they are the lovliest bunch of girls. I miss you guys. Thanks for all of your support. Ok. I'm off to take some polaroids. See you soon.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

So we arrived in Florida this morning. It always ends up taking me a day to recover from the red eye, and right at this moment, I'm thinking that the 7 pound lobster we shared for dinner is having an adverse effect on my recovery. Since my belly hurt too much to sleep, I decided to start sifting through an enormous box of old photos here at my parent's house. My mom told me she found some old polaroids I might be interested in. Well - - - she was RIGHT!! Thanks, Mom. These are awesome. I'll try and share some over the next few days. This was one of my favorites. I think it was a taken couple of months before she had me. How great is that t-shirt?

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

I'm talking about the moonwalk. That's right. Thanks for all of your well wishes. The recital was great, and I actually think the moonwalk looked pretty good. I was a bit scared about doing it, but my friends assured my it looked good (so I trusted them). After the recital we came home and watched the video, which is usually quite traumatic (does the camera really only add 10 pounds?). It was still very traumatic and in the seconds leading up to my moonwalk solo I had to cover my eyes, but then I cheated and peaked a little bit. It actually looked like a real moonwalk. And Andrew said it was, "Great!" He doesn't usually lie about those things. He is trying to edit a little 5 second moonwalk video because I am just dying to show you. You'll get a huge laugh. I'll keep you posted.

PS. Thanks for all of the compliments on the new site. I can't tell you what that means to me, and I should have more information about prints in about a week. We leave for Florida tonight - a week long visit - so expect to see some beaches and palm trees in the near future.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

I changed my site. I wanted it to reflect my personality a bit more, and I'll be selling my work as well. I'll keep you posted. Hope you like it. On a much more important note . . . our tap recital is tonight (including my solo moonwalk). Wish me luck.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

So we got home from dinner last night and I was just thinking about defacing the polaroids (which andrew hates! . . ."Why are you taking your face out? I don't like that. Not at ALL!" . . .it's sweet) and then I saw the scissors innocently sitting on the dining room table (which has served for the last month as a polaroid staging area). I found a photo from the "stack of photos where I hate my face" (it's a big stack) and started cutting. Half way through I realized my face was kind of heart shape so I just went for it. When I was done I ran into Andrew's office, "I have a present for you!" and handed him a little heart with my face on it. He absolutely loved it and set it on his monitor so he could see it all of the time. Now we were both happy. I lost a face and he gained one. - - the first of many, I presume. Then I slept on it. I woke up this morning and thought it could be interesting to play around with what is going on in my head (or in this case what was going on - - the text is a direct quote from the first love letter I ever wrote Andrew). I'll let you know how it goes. I will say that I never thought defacing myself could be this much fun, and so very liberating.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Monday, June 9, 2008

Removing my face from my self portraits is the most liberating thing I've done in a long time (Andrew still doesn't like it). It doesn't always have to be a Sharpie, right? Part of this ongoing series, oh and this one, too.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

thank you for all of your kind and encouraging words about the book. we are all so very excited about it. pre order your copy today.

i took this photo in paris, i think it was a couple walking through pere lachaise. like this, but they were a lot closer. sometimes they just turn out white. i don't know why. just a random thing. i still refuse to throw them away. i usually just write on the back what the photo was actually of so that i can remember. i have a photographic memory, so that helps.

I got to sleep in today. My first day off in 17 days. Now I have to start working on this and finishing this . . . among other things. It would also be really nice to be able to see the floor in our bedroom again. I think it's white. I can't remember. It's been covered in laundry for a long, long time. Yesterday it took me half an hour to locate one of my pink converse high tops. Sadly it had become separated from it's mate and lost amongst the rubble of dirty socks, towels and rock concert t-shirts (those belong to Andrew).

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

This is the happiest time of year for me . . . for it's the time of the year when you can buy peonies at Trader Joe's for like a buck a piece. So I indulged myself and bought a dozen. Unfortunately their lifespan was quite short, lasting just a week (I think that's the same life span of a butterfly). I snapped these portraits the day before they died. They had already lost their fuschia-ness, but they were still quite lovely.